Bree's long, cream-coloured legs folded neatly under her body. She watched Katherine with anticipation, heart racing in her chest as the woman came closer, stroking her cheek delicately as she straddled her thighs. Bree could practically feel her pupils dilating once again. Their lips met delicately at first, Katherine's need quickly beginning to take over. Her teeth sank gently into the innocent pout of Bree's lip, taking in the sweet taste of feminine flesh for only a moment before she let go. Their eyes locked. Katherine took Bree's hand in her own, guiding her touch to the place where she needed it most. She studied the redhead's face carefully, reading and re-reading her expression. Her body ached for better contact, but her mind forced her to remain still. She had to be patient now; it was Bree's turn to set the pace.
The redhead gave her a questioning glance. Without missing a beat, Katherine took her face between both palms, once again stroking her cheek with uncommon tenderness. 'Just do what feels right to you, Bree,' she whispered, a smile flickering across her face, 'and take your time. You know what to do; I know you do.'
Silence filled the space between them. A deep breath filled Bree's lungs, sending oxygen-rich blood out from her heart to intensify the feelings that had taken over every nerve in her body. Her fingertips moved delicately across the velvet flesh of Katherine Mayfair's body, as if one wrong step could cause everything to disintegrate completely. With each moment that passed she gained an ounce of bravery, adding pressure to these movements or picking up speed. She moved in circles as if she were on a racetrack, the sound of a moan escaping Katherine snapping her into a new level of awareness. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she took a moment to prepare herself, finally slipping a finger into Katherine's heat. The look on the woman's face was priceless. Bree's movements remained slow and deliberate as she retracted the long, slick digit, adding a second finger with her next thrust, keeping a steady pace as she pushed deep into Katherine.
'Yes, that—ah—that's it,' Katherine murmured. There was something so pretty, Bree, thought, about the way her jaw went slack, eyes dark with lust just before they closed, her head tilting back just enough to expose another inch of her throat. A flush of pink had crept across her flesh, beginning at the centre of her chest and moving outward, adding colour to her cheeks and causing her breasts to swell a bit. A sharp breath shot from her lungs. Her fingers moved into Bree's hair, clutching at the crimson strands as she pulled her into another kiss, this one all hunger and little refinement, if any. Tongues overlapping, wrestling for dominance; pure animal instinct, and it tasted so good. Bree's free hand flattened against Katherine's back, pulling her closer with every thrust of her fingers. A string of words came out under her breath, encouraging Bree to pick up speed. She could have sworn she heard her name a few times. It wasn't long before Katherine's heat was clenched tightly around her fingers and the woman seemed to lose all control, thrashing slightly, hips jerking forward as her orgasm took over. A hint of satisfaction washed over Bree at this point; even in all her feeble attempts to rekindle her marriage to Orson, the sex had never been like this; it rarely lasted as long, and—needless to say—had never given her this same pleasure that came from simply observing her partner. It was a beautiful thing to watch, the way Katherine's face read of an ecstasy that almost appeared to be rooted in pain, as if what really got her off was the overwhelming combination of muscle and fluid and emotion. Much passion is rooted in one form of suffering or another, after all.
As the high began to fade her eyes flickered open. The thud of her heart was dull in her chest as her gaze met Bree's. She loosened her grip on the woman's hair, gently pressing her lips to her forehead as she whispered: 'That was perfect.'
She pulled slightly back, glancing toward the daylight that glowed through the drawn curtains. It was still late-morning. The women of the lane would be out by now, talking at the speed of light about one juicy tidbit or another. Katherine didn't want to know. All she could think about was the woman in front of her, and how the unmistakable scent of sex was permeating their skin, and the fact that she only cared because Bree still had a shred of dignity left as far as any of this was concerned.
There would be no contact with those women today, if Katherine had anything to say about it. Perhaps she was being a bit rude, considering how long she had been back in town without being forced into a reunion (that in itself was a miracle), but she really had no desire to talk about what had happened with Robin any more than was absolutely necessary. No matter how she might have played it off with Bree, the truth was that she had been hurt, and deeply at that. Perhaps the only person in her life who might have understood that degree of pain was Bree. The least she could do now was spare this woman the pain of their neighbours and the little curiosities they were all guilty of: talking amongst themselves, wondering what sort of things went on when two people were behind closed doors. Especially after Katherine had sort of inadvertently outed herself. Suddenly gossip didn't quite seem like innocent fun anymore.
'Come on,' she said, her voice still gentle as she moved off of Bree, laying on her back. 'Let's just stay in bed, huh?' Within seconds the redhead was right there with her, their arms tangling together as Katherine struggled to pull the comforter over their bodies. Their noses nearly touched. Bree didn't smile, and yet she looked more content than she had in quite some time. Her cheeks still held the glow of passion. She looked divine in a more natural way than was the norm, hair splayed in a perfect mess across the pillowcase, nothing available to conceal any flaw she might possess. There was no façade; it was just Bree, and she looked exactly the way she was supposed to. Katherine couldn't resist the urge to rest her hand in the hourglass dip of her waist, giving her a gentle squeeze. She wanted to say something, but every time she worked up the courage to open her mouth—she would realize that she had no idea what it was that she wanted to say. And for this reason she kept silent, jaw slack as she took in a deep breath.
So where did they go from here? Was there anywhere to go? She didn't even know where they stood anymore; whether they were merely neighbours, friends, or something more was completely in the air. This was the problem with skipping the usual steps in courtship and hopping straight into bed, especially with another woman. There were too many emotions, too many complications to confuse things. She drew in a slow, deep breath, taking in the steadily slowing beat of her heart. Her hand moved up, lightly tracing the delicate outline of Bree's shoulder before her fingers got lost in the length of her hair; the sight of the redhead's jaw going slack like that made her heart nearly melt.
No line could be drawn today; there was no label that could be put on this. They were simply Bree and Katherine, Katherine and Bree; two women who had gotten caught up in the heat of a moment. There would be plenty of time to figure things out later. For now she could simply revel in the serenity of this bedroom, in the new calm she could see in Bree's face. 'Can I stay here, Bree?' she asked quietly, twisting a section of the redhead's vibrant locks around her finger. The air between them was silent for a moment, almost enough to make Katherine believe she had worn out her welcome. She could relax, though, when a small smile crept over the woman's face.
'As long as you'd like.'
Fin.
